Zoe's POV
“Shit!“ I basically yelled at my reflection. On my neck and jaw, were hickeys. Conspicuous hickeys lined the places his mouth had touched. I had already missed a class and I am about to miss lunch. The thought of walking through school with them was enough to drive me crazy.
“Ptttts, ptttts Zoe.“ I heard someone call me. I turned to see a student I didn't recognize. She had red hair that reminded me of Andrew.She flashed me a gummy smile and waved at me. I waved back and returned a limp smile. She walked out of her hiding spot. In her hand was a tube of foundation.“You might need this.“I immediately used my left hand to cover the hickeys which made her giggle.“Don't worry, I already saw it.“ She put the tube into my hand wrapping my fingers around it. “I came to help.““Why? I don't even know you.““I am two grades ahead of you, call me Sandra.“ As she put out her hand for a handshake which I took with some trepidation.****I walked back to class. Every step was deliberate. What if they could tell with the way I was walking.“Skank.“ I heard someone whisper as if I couldn't hear. My heart skipped a beat. Did they know? Could they read my mind? That wasn't logical but fear made you believe illogical things.By the time I reached the entrance of class. I was disappointed to find Nessa and her group still there. I knew what would come next.“Whore! Over here.“ It was Nessa. Did she not have a life?I walked briskly to them with head down just in case the hickeys were still visible.“Where the hell have you been?“ She hissed. “Did you expect me to get lunch on my own.“I shook my head still refusing to look her in the face. What if she could see it on my face?She seemed to have not because she tossed a sheet of paper at me. I picked it up and scanned it content which was what I was to get for them.I scurried away to get their orders.****The rest of the day went well. We finish up and the bell rang for closing. I got my bag and practically jogged out of the school. I seriously didn't want to see Louis. Or any one for that matter.I reached the school gate and finally released the breath I was holding. I made it.“Hey!“ someone called.Calm down, told myself before I turned around. It was my senior, Sandra. She was waving at me, in public?! I turned around to check if she was really talking to me.“Zoe,” she said when she got closer. She was definitely talking to me.“Hi…” I greeted back.She smiled again and took my hand which I pulled away. I saw surprise and hurt written all over her face and instantly regretted it.“Sorry, I just… not used… to,” stammered out a lame apologies.“No it's my fault, I shouldn't have done that without your permission.“There was an awkward silence before I spoke up.“Why did you…”She interrupted me. “Help you in the bathroom and call you now?““Yeah,”“I'll tell you everything but first let's go for a walk.“****We walked together. None of us spoke for a while. Why was she suddenly so interested in talking to me. Was she even a real student? If she was I had never noticed. That would odd because I would have noticed because of her red hair.“Let's talk over there.“ She snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked to see that she was pointing at a park.She took my hand again and without waiting for any refusal from me and pulled me into its gates.Once we were in, she stopped in her tracks and looked around.“Let's sit there,” she pointed again. This time she let my hand go and sat on the bench under the tree. I followed suit and sat beside her.There were no awkward silences this time as she spoke in a clear voice.“I hate all of them!“ It seemed she was talking more to herself than she was talking to me.“They are all snobbish assholes, they think they are better than everyone else!“She was loud. Loud enough that people around actually stopped to stare. Whether or not she noticed or just didn't care, I didn't stop her.“They are fucking students like everyone else they should get over themselves.“ She went on. She reminded me of Regina. The girl who wouldn't even speak to me would wake me from my slumber at three in the morning. The time she would be coming back from her friends and clubs. Reeking of weed and alcohol and would rant about shit that didn't matter to me. Usually about a guy that fucked and screwed her over.Again, I am here with a girl. I had just met and was now wasting time. I still hadn't found a new job. When would her driver come to pick her up? What if she had called them and told them not to come. I would be stuck here but still, she did help me. Which was why I was here in the first place. I couldn't leave just yet.“Who are you talking about?“ I asked quietly.She looked at me and tried to catch her breath after all her ranting. “Um… the elite's club.“This wasn't the first time hearing about the club. The club tormented all scholarship students because they were not in the same social class. The same club that had been putting through hell. A club that Louis and his sister belonged in. But what was her beef with them?“Why do you hate them? you are not a scholarship student.“ I almost rolled my eyes.She must have detected my raising annoyance. “I know what they put those students through, Zoe.“ She touched my shoulder gently. She was talking directly about me. The rest of 'those students' had already transferred. I was the only one left.“But they are not the only ones.“What was she yapping about now?“They put us through shit too.“ Who in the hell were the 'us'?“You may not know this but not every rich student is a part of the club.“I was curious as to what she meant but I kept my indifference. Every student looked very well to do in my own opinion. They had drivers, butlers, expensive snacks, nice clothes for functions and so much more.“And once you are not a member you strive to be favoured by the members to increase your hierarchy.““The fuck?!“ I got up. I couldn't even look at her. She wanted clout. From those spoilt brats. Life was so fucking unfair. All I wanted was a good home, necessities that could make my life easier and peace. Nothing extravagant just simple things. But the ones that get it are too fucking greedy.“Calm down, please.“ She pleaded, pulling me back to sit beside her again and hear her pathetic sob story about not having popularity. She was honestly giving me a headache. I pulled myself free and proceeded towards the gate. I wasn't even interested in hearing why she helped me.I heard running behind me. Trying to catch up.“Please listen, Zoe!“ She yelled loud enough for me to stop in my tracks. She held my arm and got close enough for me to hear her whisper in a bated breath.“I am a scholarship student too.“She was joking, she had to be. I turned to her. She had a hopeful, nervous smile forming on her quavering lips."You want to waste my time so bad," I scoffed and watched her smile disappear. "You would make up some shit and expect me to believe it like the idiot you take me for!" "I... but... I," she stumbled over her words as tears welled in her eyes. By now every one had eyes on us. Wondering what two school girls were discussing that led one to cry. "It's probably about a boy," I heard a woman murmur.I almost cringed at her words. A boy indeed! "Ok, ok," I finally said after a moment. "I'll listen." I took her by the hand and led her to the place we were before. Well,l she did help me, I reasoned inwardly.Once we settled, I waited for her to spill her guts."I know it's hard to believe," She whimpered wiping her tears. "Sometimes it feels like a dream even to me." "But how have they not snuffed you out." I was choosing to go along with her story. For now."I had planned it f
Mum had not been home for a week now. It was the weekend already. Andrew was at a friend's place, Regina was where she always was and Todd could go to bloody hell. It was lonely being in the house all by myself. I skimmed through the pages of my biology note. It was boring to be honest because I had read it a zillion times already. “… the human heart is divided into four major parts…” I read out loud hoping it would reduce my boredom but I was only disappointed to find myself getting tired with each word. “…the left auricle, right auricle, left ventricle and right auricle. They…” I pushed on, my eyelids getting dropped. “Zoe!“ I heard someone call me, jolting me awake. I heard the horn of a car too. The room I shared with my sister had no windows so I got up and went to the cramped living room. I peeked through the window to see an unfamiliar car. It looked like one of those cars whose days of vogue had passed. It had a tinted window so I could see neither the driver nor the passen
I froze. This was new ground. "Uh yeah... She is..." I lowered my head and because of the awkward silence, I raised my head slowly to see her looking thoughtfully at me."There is no need to be ashamed of that." Was she joking or was she mocking me?"We all have to survive somehow," She reasoned. "Dignity is nothing compared to that."I should have felt offended because she was inferring something that should have made my blood boil but surprisingly I felt consoled and as though someone understood that some people have no choice. People like my mother."And I find it blatantly unfair that she gets called names when the man is also willingly involved gets called a victim but that's just the life we live in." I nodded and smiled ruefully. It was hopeless because she was right; that was just how the world worked. I took another munch of the sandwich satisfied at least that I could talk to someone about the issue without being judged. "What's your sister's name?" I asked"Sarah." She r
Zoe's POV "We found it," The men were back. "We took a picture. We figured it would suffice." "Let me see it," I said, ignoring the man berating me. "Here," He brought his phone closer and allowed Sandra and me to have a look. It had diamond patterns on its back. "God!" The girl named Lucy exclaimed clasping her hand over her mouth. "It is a diamondback!" I looked up at Lucy and asked. "How deadly is its venom." "Extremely," She told me. Luck was nowhere near our side. "How long did they say they will get here?" I asked the driver. "Twenty minutes," He answered, looking as panicked as everyone else. About five minutes had passed already. I examined Sarah again. She was slowly losing consciousness, her eyes fluttering. They would not be able to get here in time to save her leg or her. "How will the ambulance make it here on time?" Someone finally asked the obvious question. "Why don't we go and see what the problem is all about first?" The two men once again sprint towards t
Zoe's POV I squinted as I tried to adjust my eyes to the bright rays of light. It took a while but once I could keep my eyes long enough to know where I was, I realized that was in a hospital. I raised my head in a bit of a rush and startled the person whose head was resting on my bed. "Zoe," The person was Sandra. "You are awake." She said, gleefully. I was disoriented and asked her. "What are you doing here?" I looked around my white surroundings. "What am I doing here?" "You don't remember," She asked as she got up. "I am trying to..." It was coming to me in flashes but still nothing distinct. "Sarah..." I groaned as I held my head in pain. Gosh! it was spinning. "She is fine," She told me "I will call the doctor and dad." she headed out. Did she just say 'dad'? It was coming back now in slower flashes. The snake, Sarah, the ambulance... But how did I end up as a patient? Sandra came back not too long after with a doctor and a tall, middle-aged man in a suit. "How do you fee
Zoe’s POVWhen we got home, Andrew was sitting on the stairs waiting for us. Once he saw us highlighting from the taxi, he ran up to us and held on to my leg.“Don’t disturb her, Andrew,” Mum scolded. “She needs to rest.”Andrew looked up at me worriedly and I gave him a wink just to assure him that I was fine. Mum unlocked the door and we all entered. Regina and Todd were at their usual hang-out spots and were not at home. Mum led me to my room and sat me down on the bed. There was long awkward silence since being as caring as she was now was very uncommon. “How are you feeling,” She asked as she sat on the bed with me. I shrugged. She sighed. “What were you doing with that girl?” She asked. I frowned at her question, hurt. And to think she actually cared when all she wanted to do was to interrogate me. “We went to the park,” I told her. “She is my friend.” “You are friends with a Callahan?” “So?” I moved away from her to look her in the eye. She had the same look of horror sh
Zoe's POVI did not know exactly how unstable I was until I stumbled. Luckily, Mr Callahan caught me before I hit the ground. “Easy there,” He sat me down on one of our lumpy couches. He knelt in front of me. “Zoe, I…” My mom stuttered. “I am sorry,” I could not even react to her apology because I was still busy trying to make sure that my brain did not fall out of my ears. “Are you okay?” Mr Callahan asked me with a gentleness that no man had ever awarded me with. It was the way I imagined a father would talk to his daughter. “Yeah,” I assured him. “I just need to sit for a while.” He looked at me, disbelief very well apparent in his brown eyes, “You should not be up,” He criticized, his voice hard. “Sorry…” I found myself saying. He smiled warmly. “No worries. Have you taken your medication?” I nodded. He turned to Sandra, who was still standing there with her palms covering her mouth. “Take her to her room.”She did as told and assisted me to my room. Once she had me lying
Louis’ POVExpectedly, she was not at school today yet I found myself still searching through the hallway for any sight of her. I pushed her out of my mind at least that was what I wanted to do. Then I saw Sandra and remembered that I had seen her at the park. Her driver also followed the ambulance. She was with the posse, that included Jennie Hardings, Franky what’s-her-name, Lisa something. They were a group one would call the two bratty princesses and their servants. It was very apparent who was who. Jennie and Franky walked in front with pride in every step they took and how the other two were behind them with books and bags in their hands. My eyes strayed on Sandra Callahan. Yesterday, I did not even know her surname but her relationship with Zoe had roused my interest. I needed to talk to her. From what I was able to get from my inquiry in the hospital. Sandra’s younger sister had been bitten by a snake at the park. I was confused as to what that would have to do with Zoe endin